A film that gently fills the space between the director and his friend that range of emotion and experience you did or didn't share with a person it is as stunning as anything the cinema has been able to transcend.

There is a moment in Santiago –appropriately positioned by Moreira Salles in-between Herzog and Ozu but not quite either of them– in which the butler transcends his role as mere subject of the film and becomes pure emotion; unspeakable and untouchable by the camera. It is around this emotion that the subtle beauty of the film is crafted, because, is the story of one man, not the story of all men?